How We Roll

The Expectations were on fire.

Virtues had growing thin.

Love was hanging from worn wire.

And there was this need to win.

The penalties were not known.

Though lines were drawn in the sand.

Emotions were hot and blown.

And nothing much seemed planned.

You took the gold and money.

I have this heart and soul.

You aren’t laughing and you’re funny.

I’m with the kid: that’s how we roll.

Dennis Mantin

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